At 0130 on Sunday night, me, Elin and Hansa jumped into the car to go to the airport.The drive there went well and I stole a few minutes’ sleep. So grateful to Elin and Hansa who drove me all the way, otherwise it would have been a really rough journey. When we got to the airport, I had time to go to the bathroom and even eat some breakfast. Sat outside terminal five and watched the look out tower, as I’ve done so many times before. Took the opportunity to really enjoy the cold weather since I knew I would not get to feel it in a long time.

The first flight took around two hours and then I landed at Charles De Gaulle in Paris, let’s say that I rally don’t like neither France or Frenchmen. The airportwas confusing and the staff were not very helpful. It did not help the case that there were heavily armed guards walking around looking really scary, and when I say that they where heavily armed I mean HEAVILY armed! They scared the shit out of me!

Next flight was about to take ten hours, and believe me if I was shocked when I found out that we didn’t have our own tv-screen. Ten hours without any entertainment! Pretty sure that I would die, but luckily I was totally exhausted so I slept most of the time. Was awake just for meals or a good movie. Saw Popper’s Penguins, it was alright. Much better than I thought it would be.

Once in Atlanta, I had another five hours to spend while waiting for my next flight. They where however relatively painless. Sat there and watched the people rushed by. Enjoyed being back in the U.S., it felt so right!

Firade att jag var fram i USA med en Cinnabon, precis som förra gången <3Celebrated that I was back in the U.S. with a Cinnabon exactly as the last time <3

Unfortunately I did not take any more photos in Atlanta or of the rest of the trip, I was so completely exhausted I did not even think about it. At the time when I saw Ida standing there at the airport in Gainesville, waiting for me my tears were not far away. So wonderful to see her again and to finally be there! When we stepped out of the airport, I was struck by the heat and amazed of hearing the sounds of Tiësto’s Adagio for Strings, it was absolutely fantastic! Too bad Tiësto played then and not a day later. Would have loved to see him live, but just hearing the music far away in the horizon felt really good too. Once home at Ida’s place I passed out quickly, so happy to finally be in the U.S.!